Mercy LaCroix
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jun 22, 2007 9:18:56 GMT -5
Mercy bustled about the kitchen in Remy's house. She was a bit anxious today. The past few days, Remy and her had been taking opposite shifts so there was always a lead agent at the school for the patrols. Finally Mueller having enough of some nonsense, readjusted the schedule so they could be off at the same time. Mercy had a strange feeling that Mueller was trying to play matchmaker in his own overbearing way. It was odd thinking of her boss as some sort meddling parent so she pushed it from her mind as she added some cayenne to her jambalaya. She hoped Remy liked it.
The reason why Mercy was cooking for her best friend and now lover was she had some hard news to tell him. Plus she was going to give him a yelling at and she wanted to use the food to keep him in the house while she did so. After her confrontation and talk with Tristin Wright, Mercy tried to figure out the best way to handle the whole thing. Food immediately lept to her mind.
She wondered how Remy would react to Tristin's offer to help out with Mercy's pregnancy. After all he was the cause of it, it was only right that he should help. But could the two settle their difference for her? That was the real issue. Adjusting her baby doll top, she hoped Remy would keep his cool especially since he lied to her. He never told her that Tristin didn't know about her miscarriage three years ago. Faire had to answer for that little screw up and make up for it.
Mercy smiled as she heard Charlie start barking. That must mean Remy was back from Patrol. Wiping her hands she finished setting the table before walking into foyer to greet her lover and friend. Giving him a grin in greeting, She decided to start off gently, "Welcome home Remy. How was patrol today?"
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Post by Remy Faire on Jun 23, 2007 20:22:32 GMT -5
Odd hours, that was what accompanied an Auror and his or her job. That might be the first thing he mentioned to someone who had intention of doing it. Sure, he enjoyed the work, thrived off of it, but damn… very little time to have a life. It was becoming increasingly harder now that Mercy and he were an item. It was… different than usual relationships he might have. There were some shifts they worked together, others they saw each other as one was going off and the other was taking over.
Luckily, Mueller had overheard Remy grumbling about it. It wasn’t long after that that their shifts were changed slightly. They did the same amount of time as every other Auror assigned; they just got to do it together. It was nice to ensure that he got to sleep with a warm body at some point during the day. Depending on the time of the shift, they could be sleeping during the midday or late night. So far, it was working.
He’d not yet had to deal with Lauren’s reaction. As much as he knew she’d accept it, she’d be very jealous as well. Though Remy never really understood that thing about women… She had someone else, why be jealous of what she didn’t want? She had agreed the divorce was right, hadn’t wanted him anymore. Nevertheless, he expected it. Running a hand through his hair, stepping up the steps to the front door, he yawned.
No… he needed to stay awake. Pushing the door open, he groaned as he heard Charlie. “Shut up, dog!” However, he was grinning as the black lab attacked him in warm greeting. Rubbing his dog down, playing a little with him, he finally ended it with a few gentle slaps against his flank before standing up, seeing Mercy. Grinning back at her, he stepped over the dog.
“Welcome home Remy. How was patrol today?”
Another groan came from his lips, but he pressed against hers while wrapping his arms around her waist. Picking her up and spinning in a circle, he set her back down and grinned against her lips before pulling back. “It was fine. Nothing interesting happened… Well, except when Rhodes fell in the lake. He tripped over something and next thing I knew, he was splashing back out of the water.” Laughing at it, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.
Then his nose sensed something… Groaning in appreciation this time, he pulled back and glanced at the door. “Dinner? Oh, you are stuck here. I love you.” Grinning again, he kissed her nose and pulled back, taking her hand. “It smells delicious… Can we eat?” His stomach rumbled in agreement. He was hungry, now that he smelled food… Mm… it smelled like he was home.
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Mercy LaCroix
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jun 26, 2007 9:00:18 GMT -5
Mercy couldn’t help but Smile at Remy as he entered the house. Sure he yelled at poor Charlie, but then again he usually did. The dog didn’t mind and continued to greet his owner with licks and bumping against him for petting. Mercy giggled it was cute to watch and it felt right for her to watch it. How could Lauren even think to give this up? Sure Remy had his faults, but seriously he was a great guy and even better in bed.
“It was fine. Nothing interesting happened… Well, except when Rhodes fell in the lake. He tripped over something and next thing I knew, he was splashing back out of the water.”
Mercy gave a laugh at that just before she accepted Remy’s kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck as his arm come about her waist, she poured herself into the kiss. Mercy enjoyed Remy’s attentions as he backed her against the wall. It was amazing how he could make her feel? Then the aroma hit his nose.
Dinner? Oh, you are stuck here. I love you. It smells delicious… Can we eat?”
No one could say that Remy Faire didn’t like his food. The way he perked up when he smelt the Jambalaya was uncanny. Mercy ducked out of his arm after the peck on the nose. Gently taking his hands and led him to the Kitchen. The aroma similar to what they grew up with filled the kitchen.
“Sure we can. You might even get some dessert if you eat everything on your plate.” Mercy teased with a wink, “I even brought some sparkling grape juice for me and wine for you. If you can open them, that would be great.”
Mercy checked her meal with a smile. It was looking quite good. Getting her bowls out, She began to scoop out the food. She figured this was a good time as any to tell Remy. He’ll be eating so he really won’t be able to interrupt her as she explained what happened.
Confident in that plan, Mercy set the bowl down on the table and gracefully took her seat. She waited patiently for Remy to sit and start eating. Certain he was Occupied with the food in front of him, Mercy started the conversation softly, “You won’t believe who I ran into the day at Ambrosia’s. I haven’t seen you in a while because of the schedule to tell you. It was Tristin. We had a nice discussion about everything. He heard about the baby. I told him the truth.”
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Post by Remy Faire on Jul 5, 2007 22:46:45 GMT -5
Following Mercy into the kitchen, he groaned in appreciation. Goodness, it smelled awesome. His stomach grumbled in agreement. Even if he had just eaten he would have been hungry at that mouthwatering smell. He hadn’t just eaten… No, it had been at least three hours. That was long enough for him to eat whatever Mercy made. A growing man like Remy, he needed to eat! That was his defense, at least…
“Sure we can. You might even get some dessert if you eat everything on your plate… I even brought some sparkling grape juice for me and wine for you. If you can open them, that would be great.”
Nodding, he smirked. Like he’d have trouble eating everything on his plate… When did he ever? Moving to the two bottles, though, he kept his dig to himself, much preferring to be fed without it being held as ransom for kind words. Popping the top off the wine, he worked with the sparkling grape juice before pouring her a glass. Taking a sip of it, he shook his head; why could grape juice never taste like a grape?
Walking up behind her as she scooped out dinner into a couple of bowls, he wrapped one arm around her waist and held the wine glass full of sparkling grape juice in front of her. Kissing her neck, he gently bit it and made a noise before pulling back. “You’re making me so hungry with that smell, I might just eat you…” Handing her the glass, he went and poured himself some wine, putting the cork back in the bottle.
Taking his glass, he followed her to the table, grinning as he sat down heavily in front of his bowl. Oh, man, it looked awesome. Taking a gulp of the wine, he picked up his fork and dug in, taking a few big bites before pausing for breath. “Mercy, oh… you are the Jambalaya Queen, I swear.” For Remy, it was nice to have someone else cooking. If he cooked, he often found something in the meal that he wasn’t happy with and would fix next time he made it. Constantly fixing his recipes and meals was part of his curse…
“You won’t believe who I ran into the day at Ambrosia’s. I haven’t seen you in a while because of the schedule to tell you.”
Swallowing his big bite, he smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair. He could slow down, enjoy the meal before it passed his taste buds. Taking a sip of his wine, he was watching her. It was true, they hadn’t had much time together. Unlucky for Remy, though, he was in the middle of swallowing the warm, tart red wine that Mercy had lovingly found for him.
“It was Tristin. We had a nice discussion about everything. He heard about the baby. I told him the truth.”
As soon as she said ‘Tristin,’ he knew he should have expected it. However, it caught him off guard so much that the wine seemed to slip past his tongue and slide right into his windpipe. His eyes widened as he started choking, gagging to get the wine out of his breathing tube and down the right one. Hitting his chest with one hand, the table with the other, his eyes watered. Luckily, his breath started to come back as the wine switched locations. Blinking tears away, he coughed and got the last bit of irritating wine out of his throat.
This, of course, only left him angry and fuming. “Oh?” That was all he could say. After beating the crap out of the man, he didn’t see a point in ever talking to the little creep again. Dusting his hands off, Remy suddenly didn’t know if he could enjoy his dinner, no matter how slowly he ate it. Watching Mercy for a moment, he put his hands in his lap, sitting still. “A nice discussion, right… You told him the truth…”
His brain wasn’t functioning right. Glancing down at the food, he picked up his fork but couldn’t bring himself to spear any of the meat. Stirring the food around, he finally sighed and dropped the fork against the bowl. “Somehow, I don’t…” Pausing, he realized that wouldn’t lead them anywhere but into an argument. “How was the little scumbag?”
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Mercy LaCroix
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jul 20, 2007 8:56:20 GMT -5
Mercy giggled as Remy kissed her neck as she poured the jambalaya into the two bowls. Her father taught how to make the dish when she was growing up. It was the easiest thing to do with left overs or even fresh ingredients. She just enjoyed making it, especially with Remy’s extensive spice cabinet. It was like she was back home in New Orleans with her family. Smiling at Remy, she realized she was at least family or the man she was now hoping to start a family with.
As she sat and started a conversation that might start a world class fight, She enjoyed watching Remy enjoy her cooking. She added an extra bit of heat just for him. After all jambalaya was its best with heat. She hoped it was enough to let him listen to her before he lost his temper. She could see the starting signs of his temper. Great….
“A nice discussion, right… You told him the truth…”
“Yes I did. I’m not going to lie to him about it, Remy. It’s not right or fair.” Mercy stated, “Besides it doesn’t change anything between us. He is still free to do whatever and I have you. Although I’m a little miffed at you.”
Mercy could see that Remy was losing interest in his meal. Wonderful, he was going to sulk. What is it with men and their sulking? Tristin sulked about Mercy with Remy, Remy sulked about Mercy seeing Tristin. She couldn’t win. Why was she even trying anymore?
“Somehow, I don’t…How was the little scumbag?”
“He is fine. Considering I told him also about the miscarriage which you let me believe he knew about.” Mercy stated casually, “Why didn’t you tell me he didn’t know? You know you two are going to have to learn to bury the hatchet and no in each other’s head. I’m pregnant with his child, Remy. Are you carrying this rivalry over to that child as well? After it’s half Tristin too.”
Marcy watched her best friend closely. If he was smart he would watch his words very carefully. Mercy was starting one of her mood swings and wasn’t the cuddly one. But most of all she wanted to know if her unborn child was going to have to deal with hostilities that it had no control over. She prayed that Remy was above that. However a small part worried that he wasn’t.
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